rtner, Westlake as a mining engineer and
assayer. Keith gave Westlake a shrewd appraising glance, and a nod.

"I'm too sleepy myse'f to talk business," said Sandy. "My two pardners
are in the same boat. So, if you-all want to look oveh the camp ag'in,
Mr. Keith, an' talk business with any one you find awake an' willin',
I'll prob'bly see you befo' nightfall. You know where the claims are."

Keith stood for a moment in the door of Simpson's, looking after Sandy.

"A fairly slick article, the man with the two guns, Blake," he said to
his secretary. "But he's straight."

"And mighty hard to bend," added Blake with a yawn.

The chauffeur ate apart, devouring enormous quantities of food with as
much emotion as a hopper taking in grain. Keith talked matters over with
Blake, not because he valued his secretary's opinion, able as he was in
his appointed duties, but because it helped Keith to clarify conditions
in his own mind.

"There were only a few old-timers in the crowd, Blake," he said. "The
rest of them will want to be going back to wherever and whatever they
came from as soon as they find this is not a placer proposition. A heap
of people heard of a gold rush and think it's always a Tom Tiddler's
Ground, like washing out the rich sands of Nome. They'll be glad to sell
and take shares for cash."

"Ought to change the name of the camp," suggested Blake. "Dynamite is
known as an exploded prospect."

"Thought of that," said Keith. "This is damned good coffee. I'll have
another cup.... How about Casey Town, after the original discoverer who
always believed in the place, but lacked the money for development and
wouldn't take in a partner? Picturesque and good stuff for the
prospectuses. You might send off some stuff about that, Blake, work in
this Sandy Bourke and Plimsoll affair and find out what this all-night
racket was about. Good, lively publicity stuff we can use again later
on. Romance of Casey's daughter. Wonder where she is?"

He lapsed into silence, swallowing his third cup of coffee in gulps.
Blake, who admired his employer's successes, whatever he thought of his
methods, did not interrupt him. Keith was planning a campaign, figuring
out the best bait for gulls.

Sandy and his companions found Mormon asleep on the Bailey claims.
Miranda brewed coffee, and they told her the news of Plimsoll and the
arrival of Keith.

"It's too bad you didn't run Plimsoll out of the county, or the state,"
remarked the spi